Unmasking Truths: What Really Happens Behind the Lines of an Identity Parade?
Was I waiting for you?
Or had you already gone?
Did you just miss me like a phantom phew
or haunt me forever like I was the one?
The older we get, the more our memories go back to childhood.
The leafier nature is, the more it grows like wood.
Say something and tender.
You know it’s a winner and won’t ever surrender.
Whoever you were, were you guilty?
Did you pick yourself out in your mirror?
Give us a tenner for an alibi
and give us a line up instead of standing in fear.



